POV: Amara Kings
The raven's beak hit the glass again, making Amara jump. Tap, tap, tap. She'd been asleep for only an hour after the long night of running. Her heart pounded as she sat up in the strange bed.
"Go away," she whispered, her voice sounding so tired. She pulled the blanket around her shoulders; sinking deeper into the bed. But the bird kept tapping, its black eyes fixed on her like it knew her name.
Tap, tap, TAP!
"Fine!" Amara swung her legs over the bed's edge. The cold floor under her bare feet made her shiver, but she walked to the window anyway. The room Elias had given her in his territory wasn't much, but it was better than sleeping in the bush again.
The bird watched her approach. It wasn't a normal bird. Something about its eyes seemed too smart, too knowing. When she reached the window, it stopped tapping and tilted its head.
"What do you want?" she asked, feeling silly talking to a bird.
